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Do not stand at
my grave and weep:
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that
blow.
I am the diamond’s gilt on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened
grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s
hush, I am the swift uplifting
rush
of quiet birds in circled
flight.
I am the soft stars that shine
at night.
Do not stand at my grave and
cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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